Life Comes In Clusters, Clusters

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

It Is Curious How Any Making Of Order Makes One Feel Mentally Ordered, Ordered Inside.

Time Spent With Poets Is Never Wasted.

The Garden Is Growth And Change And That Means Loss As Well As Constant New Treasures To Make Up For A Few Disasters.

Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.